Plenty of things about Gravel Worlds make me shake in my cleats. There’s the distance: 150 miles out (and two miles up). There’s the late-August heat (and the late-season fatigue). The gravel itself isn’t the tire-eating stuff you find outside Emporia, but it can lull you into problems—convince you it’s packed and fast, then go … More Thoughts (and prayers) on Gravel Worlds 2017
I didn’t write after Dirty Kanza because, well, I didn’t want to linger there. My race started great. My legs felt strong. For 90 minutes, the bike did just what I told. And then it didn’t. In a single downstroke on dry roads, my derailleur jumped ship and buried its humiliated head in my spokes. … More Hats Off to Mr. Chainsaw Man (and other observations from the first-ever Solstice 100)
Three weeks ago, I called Nebraska’s premier gravel cycling race a “dusty, dragon-sized hairdryer.” A “150-mile hot scream.” Well, Gravel Worlds 2016 proved neither dusty nor hot. A cold front brought an inch of rain the evening prior, then pushed highs down into the mid-70s. The wind blew, but mercifully cool. And only the Pirate … More Gravel Worlds 2016: Eating Soup with a Knife
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